Sitting With Old Trauma

 There are nights when I can feel the little girl inside me.

I can feel her fear, her lack of trust, and her desperate need to feel safe.

I try to soothe her.

I tell her she is safe now.

I tell her I am here.

But sometimes I can’t reach her.

Her fear is too deep, and she disappears behind a wall I cannot get through.

So I stay.

I don’t have to fix her.

I can simply sit beside her in the darkness and say:

I’m not leaving. 

I will always be here.